Supreme Harem God System - Chapter 2303: Nux’s Universe.

Chapter 2303: Nux’s Universe.

The war between the Supreme World of Light and the Supreme World of Darkness continued and with time, it only got worse.

The initial phase of the war was over, Light’s surprise attack had taken many of the Darkness Faction’s Worlds, but now that the war had stabilized, when the two sides were finally at a similar level and there were no more surprise attacks—

The war had only become more… destructive.

Because now—

The damage wasn’t concentrated at a single point, it was spreading out. Territory after territory was being destroyed, not just of Darkness or Light’s, anything close to their battle was destroyed.

The Universe was crying, the death, destruction, and suffering were at their highest, the weak were being preyed upon, rules were being bent like they never existed.

The entire Universe had become a place of outlaws, the innocents had no place here.

It was…

Hell.

A place where Chaos had been unleashed.

And in this chaos—

Ten long years passed.

Ten years in Nux’s Universe, how many years it was in the Main Universe, it didn’t matter, not to Nux, because his focus was on his own Universe.

And in these ten years—

His Universe had changed, a lot.

So much that as Nux sat inside his room, with Shadow lying with her head resting on his lap, he… couldn’t help but reminisce.

It all started with a small little black ball that he one day sensed inside him, a black ball that devoured everything it was offered, a ball with devouring power so strong that he called it a Black Hole.

A hollow space inside his own body, born from God knows what.

Then, he began using it.

He began to… devour, actively.

Laws, living beings… or even… active Worlds, and everything he devoured became part of this space inside him before it turned into something… new.

Over time, the more he devoured, the more ’complete’ this space became, until finally, it became an independent Universe that could exist on its own.

The devoured worlds were no longer stars with no signs of life, they became habitable worlds that could support life, Nux’s Universe began to feel like… an actual Universe.

A Universe with many, many worlds inside it.

The number had already reached four digits. Yes, that was how many worlds Nux had devoured till now, and now, almost all of these worlds had life, different kinds of life.

Some were calm.

Some were violent.

Some were filled with endless wars.

And unlike the Main Universe, where most beings were fighting because two of the strongest beings in existence were battling against each other—

In here—

The rules were different.

Nux’s Universe valued absolute freedom.

People here were allowed to do whatever they wanted. Good, bad, right, wrong, none of it existed here.

If you were ambitious and wished to reach the top of the Universe, to rule those around you, you were allowed to.

As for the methods you used, it didn’t matter.

In this Universe, people didn’t fight for others, they fought because they wished to, for their own personal ambition.

As for those who did not wish to fight and climb to power through different, more… diplomatic means instead—

That was possible too.

In different worlds, worlds where politics existed but fighting itself was prohibited.

Yes, it was that simple.

While the Main Universe outside burned and the people there suffered regardless of what they wanted—

People in Nux’s Universe did whatever they wanted.

They fought.

They loved.

They built.

They destroyed.

Freedom.

This was… true freedom.

And yet…

Even in a place like this, even in a place where people were allowed to do whatever they wanted—

One rule existed.

A single rule.

No being was allowed to reproduce.

Nux’s Universe was complete, yes, but it was still… a relatively young Universe, in a Universe’s average cycle, it wouldn’t be wrong to call Nux’s Universe a newborn Universe.

So while it could support life, life here could not grow. To reach that level, a level where the Universe could produce its own worlds, and sustain and grow life naturally, it would take many, many years. According to Nux’s estimate, that number was about a few hundred million.

In a situation like this, where the Universe itself could not sustain growth, giving birth to a child would mean… giving birth to a being who, no matter how much time passed, would never grow.

Yes, even a ten-year-old child would remain a newborn and would perish once his lifespan was over.

At least, that is what happened naturally.

But there were exceptions to this as well, beings who could grow, even when the Universe could not support their growth.

The beings for whom the Universe itself was going out of its way to support only their growth.

Beings who were otherwise called…

The Children of the Universe.

Every bit of the Universe’s energy, every fragment of its power, every trace of ’growth’, it was all being directed to two places—

One, a safe reservoir for emergency situations.

And the other—

To these children, children who, even inside this new Universe that could not properly support life, were growing tremendously.

Of course, this fact itself raised countless questions, countless voices of dissatisfaction.

Why can’t we reproduce and extend our bloodline?

Why can’t our children grow when they are growing just fine?

But these questions weren’t answered, no one had to answer them.

After all, the Universe itself represented freedom, in here, one could do whatever they wanted.

You wanted to give birth?

Go ahead.

But choices came with consequences.

And giving birth came with the consequence of living with a newborn child who would never grow, no matter how much the parents tried.

A child that wouldn’t be able to cultivate, a child that would perish the moment his mortal lifespan was over.

If parents were fine with that sort of life for their children, no one stopped them.

Just that—

After seeing others live through this pain, no being tried.

As for those who already had children before they were devoured into this Universe?

Well they…

They were unlucky.

Because just like other children, those children too wouldn’t grow. In these ten years, these children who should have grown, children who should have changed, who should have gotten stronger, children who should have matured—

They didn’t.

They remained the same.

Unchanged.

Frozen.

Not by time… but by lack of resources.

Because the resources were being directed to the new generation, to the only generation the Universe cared about.

And while people did complain in their hearts, they also understood the important truth. The Anomaly wasn’t a graceful god who was here to serve them, he wasn’t here to bless them with a happy, fulfilling life.

He was a selfish, greedy, hypocritical being and this entire Universe existed just for him.

And for those who would inherit it.

But even then—

Life inside the Universe wasn’t cruel.

And the more Worlds the Anomaly devoured, the more people that came here proved it. Life here was nowhere close to what it was outside.

People weren’t being hunted here, they weren’t being forced into battles they didn’t want to participate in, they weren’t being abandoned, left to die by their world leaders, they weren’t being enslaved.

Not being able to reproduce?

Not being able to grow?

Those who came from literal war zones where they could die any second now had no complaints about that rule.

All they wanted to do was to eat, rest, and… to smile.

And in Nux’s Universe—

That was very much possible.

It was strange.

A place where one of the most basic rights—reproduction—was taken away, people were still happier than they had ever been.

Because here…

They were free.

Free to reign, free to spill blood, free to climb to the top—

And amongst all this chaos, amongst all these worlds that were filled with endless ambition—

There was another place.

A single world that was different from all the rest.

A world where none of it existed.

Umbrasol.

A world that was once called the World of Death, a place where Darkness ruled, a world that was… special to Nux since its existence changed his journey forever—

Now…

That world had become something else entirely.

It had become bright, peaceful, and alive.

Different from all the worlds in Nux’s Universe—

There were no ranks there.

No nobles.

No hierarchy.

No ambition.

There was only one King, his Queens, and his Princes and Princesses, other than these, every single person in this world, be it a street vendor or a rich merchant, had the same rank.

The new Umbrasol was… peaceful.

Crimes here were strictly not allowed, not even the smallest of theft.

Nothing.

People who lived here did not desire power.

They did not chase strength in any form. Be it physical power, cultivation power, or even political power—

That desire simply did not exist.

These were the people who were… exhausted after living a life like it was a race, now they wished to live silently and peacefully until it was their time to leave. These weren’t the people who dreamt of ruling others.

They only wanted one thing.

A simple life.

Those with ambition, those with a desire for power, those who wished to rise above others, they simply weren’t allowed in.

And so…

Umbrasol became a haven.

For the weak.

For the tired.

For those who simply wanted to live.

Farms stretched across the land.

Children laughed in the streets.

People worked, not to survive—but to live.

And at the center of it all…

They existed.

The King.

The Queens.

And… the children.

The only beings in this Universe who were… allowed to grow.